Once upon a time ago, there was a god that fell in love with the moon and its blue glow it cast on the world.
This god seeked to claim the moon as theirs alone, so they planned to strike it down from the sky. After firing their most powerful arrow, the god expected the moon to finally become theirs. But what remained in the divine's hands was merely a fragment. In the sky remained the sphere with a massive chunk dug out.
The god had failed to capture its love and in turn wept for a millennium. The blue tears that fell melted into the chunk of the moon held in their hand. Small brittle pieces fell off the stone and into the mortal realm below, landing upon a small scarab.
This small scarab morphed and changed until it became a bluefly. The bioluminescent blue light bulb attached to the bug's rear, reminiscent of the moon's color, appeased the god and they stopped weeping, returning to the heavens to enjoy watching their new favorite creation.
It's rumored each bluefly holds a miniscule piece of divinity mixed with the moon's power, and that's the reasoning behind why blueflies only come out in the night.
Throughout history, this god was forsaken by predominant religions and their one and only creation was cursed. Blueflies, once reflections of the moon's beauty, became scavengers. They feasted on the nearly rotten meat of the recently departed, humans included.
Their beauty was overshadowed by their presence around the dead. They were now nothing but signs of decay.
But none of this mattered to the god, who only had eyes for the moon and the blueflies. Soon, the god fell into a deep slumber as its followers all converted or died, never to be awakened.
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Year 1479 of the Cylein Calendar, A Late Night of the third month, Justem
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The mossy undergrowth of the forest leaves behind imprints in the ground as a barefoot maiden runs, a bundle of cloths held against her chest desperately.
Her curled strands of brown hair stick to her chocolate skin as she moves. Leaning against the occasional tree to catch her breath and lifting her simple dress over every bush, she ran for her life.
Behind her, dogs barked out and howled with the shouts of soldiers shortly behind them. Glancing back for a moment to make sure they weren't close; she tripped on a protruding root. Instinctively gripping her padded babe to her, she didn't even manage out a yelp before she tumbled down a nearby ditch, hitting the rough ground with a dulling thud.
Her body had been covered in bruises and cuts already, but once she rolled to the bottom of the ditch, her head split on a rock. Her blood pooled on the wet grey as her grip slowly loosened on her bundle of cloth. Slowly, her body stopped its movement, and the child slipped from her lap onto the soft mossy bed of the forest.
Her eyes dimmed and her final breath left her. The dogs and soldiers got to the edge of the ditch and began to descend when a man called out, clearly a commander of this group.
"It's too late! The storm is coming, and no one can survive this forest during a storm! Regroup and return to Sincofin City before the storm hits!" He then turned his horse and watched as his men gathered and marched back.
Slowly, the moon came out and its rays of blue shone down on the small babe as it cooed and wiggled. Entering down from the moon's light was a small fluttering insect, its blue bulb glowing an occasional light. It fluttered down before landing on the child's nose. Peering at the interesting insect, the baby wiggled and giggled and reached for it. The bluefly took off and fluttered overhead of the child.
Soon more and more blueflies gathered, fluttering around the child, almost as if they were playing with it. They didn't move as a hungry swarm waiting for a feast. It was more similar to a parent reaching for its child, a warm and gentle kindness. The babe giggled and reached out to the blueflies, but then a droplet landed on the nose of the child.
The blueflies had all landed as the rain started to pour. First it was slow and gentle, but it quickly picked up. The babe started to wail loudly, but it was drowned out by the rain.
An ear nearby perked up as it heard something through the deafening sound of the rain. Rustling through the bushes and wading through the mud, a man came up, a tree feller's axe in hand. He saw the body and the blood as it washed away, then he noticed the wailing child. He came up and fell to his knees as he scooped up the child.
Gently, he pulled the cover off and saw the beautiful caramel skin of its face. The tiny curls of brown hair resting gently on the babe's head.
"Shh shh, it's okay. It's okay." The man said as he tried to copy what he had seen his wife do with his own child. He held the child close as he grabbed his axe and stood up. He looked down at the woman as a droplet of rain fell down from her eye, mimicking a tear. The man grumbled and closed his eyes, offering a silent prayer to return her to the embrace of the god she believed in.
He turned and carried the babe with him into the rainy forest, trying to find his way home through the thicket. The blueflies watched from nearby leaves and bushes. The man wandered, seemingly lost, when suddenly a blue light lit up in the rainy scene in front of him.
And then another, and another. A path lit out of the blue lights, guiding him. The man looked at the sight in front of him then peered down at the babe who had stopped crying yet remained upset. The man followed the lights to wherever they were guiding him. After what seemed like an endless walk, the lights stop right at the forest's edge.
From there, the man knew he'd find his way home in the plains, even if it was dark and rainy. He turned back to see the lights one final time, but they had already disappeared. He rocked the child gently then began the short remaining distance home.
The man knew that mysterious things were at work. He figured it was fate that he got lost and happened to stumble upon the child. Those horrendous insects that had lit his way home were not a stroke of luck. A shiver ran down his spine as he thought, so he brushed it off.